it was the right call. i've spent much of the day watching lawn furniture cartwheel across the deck, recycling bins like blue plastic tumbleweed. right now, according to the weather channel, it is 30 degrees but feels like 16. winds are gusting to 48 mph. we are supposed to get a blizzard, suddenly and viciously. chuck thinks a giant snowball is just going to fall from the sky. considering the horror movie soundtrack coming from outside, i'm inclined to agree.
eventually we were called to look at the lake. that's what we do here when the weather gets crazy on a historic level: drive to the lake and see how its responding. first we parked in the ramp at fitger's, but it soon became obvious that canal park was where the real action was happening.
there was a bit of a traffic jam. "what are all these people doing down here?" chuck asked. it's not, like the fourth of july or the park point garage sales. between us we had two digital cameras and a video camera, which made the answer obvious: gawking.
"this wind answers the question: how do people's cars tip over," i said.
we were going to head to the pier, but honestly the one-lane road was clogged in a way i haven't seen since the burger king closed, so we doubled back to the parking lot of one of the hotels.
we weren't even to the lakewalk yet when sprays of water covered my glasses. the wind was blowing so hard it felt like i'd ingested asthma. the gawkers were giggly and rabid. i could only stand outside in about four second increments before my body started to petrify.
back in the car, my pants were sopped and we were both panting.
"i feel like i was just on a ride. a roller coaster. a roller coaster that could kill you," chuck said.
now we're back on the couch for good.